“I don’t wanna have to hit you with this fo’ mayn, burn your whole block down like propane, over that cocaine tryna get mo’ change (if you don’t know, now you now mayn!) Slang hang, green range, sleed hell snow, finda take another trip to the liquor store, the fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked, ‘cause these streets ain’t no motherfucking joke!”